it poemed through your death…

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…the colour from her dream,

it drained right through dimensions,

the syntax, and the stream.

Euphonious not to mourners

the notes unveiled in grief,

but heaven writes the harmonies

and descants of relief.

A young life filled with purpose

and at peace with what was granted,

the air broke into sombre tears

and drenched our hearts enchanted.

Our thoughts fragmented bloodlessly,

were washed and torn united,

we shared the pieces silently

a mosaic of love requited.

We will never be the same again

for all the death we’ve seen,

my heart is full of unexplained

it bows to deeds unseen…

 

(This was the recessional song for young Tyler’s funeral. That whole experience was incredibly moving. We hadn’t been in touch for a while as he had moved away. His Dad shared the story that a couple of weeks before his accident, his girlfriend had a dream that he died. She was, of course, really upset by it and discussed it with Tyler. He talked about what he would want if it actually happened. One of the things that came out was that he wanted to be an organ donor. So as of that morning, his Dad informed everyone during his tribute, that two men had been saved by his kidneys…)

key change to the open end

heart breaking nuances

their tenderness slicing me painlessly

in new breathing segments

clarifying the hemispheric movement

that clogs my heart

and clears my eyes.

 

home through a new lens

that refracts key changed colours

a reunion with peace

as from a refreshing sleep

I can only dream about…

 

 

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please take back these words

alarming me

from this divinely encrypted

reverie.

please don’t preclude

my musical bath

of these olfactory notes

on this rose dripping path.

Your intrusion like thorns

embedding my core

the reality of it

is bleeding the score.

A glitch so poetic

ironically so

kaleidoscope scripted

my battery is low.

 

the euphoria…

evaporating from me in clouds,

raining back down

to drench me again,

even as I thought I was outrunning it,

energised by the grass under my feet

and the breath giving coldness of marble walls,

their vapour mixing with mine.

 

Their incongruous corrugation

oscillating to unheard music

helping to propel me

to the memory beyond.

 

But the hands reaching out

were not.

The face appearing

was not.

 

Confused by dream mediums

I dragged in the shallows.

The wave overtaking.

The gorgon emerging.

 

Stone icicles –

entombing my vapouric bliss.

Glistening more in the unreaching…

nepenthe of nepenthes

Compelled to her feet
He reminded her of the Garden.
It kept her walking…

Breathed to her healing
the Leaves’ Scent from the Garden.
She exhaled
running

to Light
piercing through dimensions
outlining her shape

the distant memory of tears
welling up
and spilling
on the River drenched Fruit.

She was flying …

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 Gen 2:7-9
Ezekiel 47:12
Psalm 34:18
Luke 10:33-35
John 19:34
Rev 22:1,2
Isaiah 40:31

Photo credit: Chase Miller